Madas gagged at the intense smell of sulfur rising from beneath her. She groggily pushed herself up into a sitting position, only to frantically reach out and grab the metal bars of the cage when it swayed from her movement. She pulled her hand away from the hot metal and picked up the hood they had placed over her head.
Rolling it, she created a mask to cover her nose and mouth. The bars were hot. She could touch them for a short period, but not for long.
Her fingers curled in the thick moss that had been placed in the bottom of the cage. Nausea rose in her throat when she saw the bubbling hot spring below her. This was not how she wanted to die.
“Gril….”
Panic threatened to engulf her when she thought of what her brother and the others could have done to Gril. This was not how the ce
